With a faint smile, Wang Tong's figure floated up, looked at Ye Shaohan calmly, and said with a smile: "The challenge of this second level is easier than before. As long as the messenger can catch my two swords, then I, Lian Yunzong, will take the swords."
Post!"
As soon as these words came out, everyone was in an uproar. They did not expect that the sect leader would actually take action against Ye Shaohan.
On the other hand, the two old men sighed slightly and looked at Wang Lin who was full of ecstasy. The sect leader obviously stood up for Wang Lin, but he did not care about the face of the Lianyun Sect.
Wiping away the blood from the corner of his mouth, Wang Lin's expression brightened. His father's move was undoubtedly to vent his anger.
Hearing this, Ye Shaohan only changed his eyes slightly. He looked at Wang Lin with a meaningful look, then smiled faintly at Wang Tong and said with his sword: "Then please use the sword, Master Wang!"
The martial robes were making a hunting sound. When facing Wang Lin, Ye Shaohan could not muster any fighting spirit. However, when facing Wang Tong, a martial artist in the Ling Sect realm, Ye Shaohan was full of fighting spirit.
A general trend emerged from Ye Shaohan. When facing Wang Tong, Ye Shaohan could no longer suppress his own momentum, and his fake Lingzong realm momentum swept the entire void.
Feeling this general trend, the expressions of Wang Lin and others suddenly changed. Wang Lin did not expect that when Ye Shaohan was fighting with him, he actually hid his strength. It was obvious that he did not bother to fight with him. Thinking of this, Wang Lin's expression changed for a while.
gloomy.
A look of surprise also appeared on Wang Tong's face. He did not expect that the boy in front of him had such a strong fighting spirit.
Due to the existence of the Sword God Sect, Ye Shaohan was not afraid of Wang Tong's deadly attack.
Taking a few steps forward, Ye Shaohan held his sword and stood proudly. He looked directly at Wang Tong and said calmly: "Sect Master Wang, draw your sword!"
Hearing this, everyone was in an uproar again. This boy actually dared to ask the sect leader to use his sword.
Ye Shaohan took off the wine bottle from his waist and took a few sips at will. The wine bottle slipped from his hand and the wine spilled into the sky.
Seeing this, Wang Tong also had a complicated look in his eyes. Indeed, compared to the son in front of him, his own son was far inferior.
Hearing this, Wang Tong shook his head slightly, raised his right hand slightly, and a bright sword shadow slowly emerged, surrounded by bright sword energy.
As the sword energy surged, the clouds above the sky gradually darkened. With a wave of the long sword, the sword shadow immediately fell into the sky, causing violent fluctuations in the space.
This is the power of a Lingzong realm warrior. In front of this power, Ye Shaohan looks so small.
However, Ye Shaohan was not afraid at all. He took a few steps forward, and a shocking aura surged out of him again.
Momentum is a mysterious thing. This time, Ye Shaohan came to deliver the sword invitation on behalf of the Sword God Sect. The momentum accumulated by the Sword God Sect over tens of thousands of years also emerged in Ye Shaohan.
This general trend and his own momentum converged. With this general trend, Ye Shaohan's momentum was actually able to compete with Wang Tong.
Seeing this, a dignified look appeared on Wang Tong's face, and he said to himself: "The Sword God Sect is in great shape!"
The sword shadow grew bigger and bigger, reaching several feet wide. Raising his head, Ye Shaohan looked at the sword shadow, with a rare fighting spirit in his calm eyes.
The sword energy filled the air, and its fighting spirit stirred the clouds in the sky.
The hunting clothes made a sound, and he raised his head, looking at the huge sword shadow getting closer and closer, Ye Shaohan's eyes revealed a rare fighting spirit.
After raising his sword, Ye Shaohan's figure became ghostly again. Ye Shaohan did not deliberately avoid the sword, but instead went head-on.
The long sword seemed to have spirituality in Ye Shaohan's hand. One sword turned into hundreds of sword shadows, and then hundreds of sword shadows turned into ten thousand sword shadows. The sword shadows filled the entire sky.
With a wave of the long sword, an invisible wave spread out quickly, and the sword shadow rushed forward like a torrent. These tens of thousands of sword shadows gathered together with Ye Shaohan's cold shout, and also turned into a huge sword shadow.
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The two sword shadows met in the void. There was no sharp explosion as imagined, but they were destroyed at the same time.
A space crack emerged in that place. The dark space crack was like a ferocious devil. The surrounding clouds and air were sucked into it and eventually dissipated.
An invisible wave spreads out from the center of the crack, and its terrifying residual power is contained in this invisible wave.
Wang Tong's figure remained motionless, and he casually flicked his right hand forward, and the invisible fluctuations were resolved.
On the other hand, Ye Shaohan slapped his palms forward several times with great difficulty, trying to resolve the invisible fluctuations. Even so, Ye Shaohan still took a few steps back, and a trace of red appeared at the corner of his mouth.
Wiping away the blood from the corner of his mouth, Ye Shaohan shook his right arm numbly. He was worthy of being a strong man in the Lingzong realm. Just one sword was so terrifying.
"It seems that I still underestimate you, so the next second sword will not be so easy to catch!" Wang Tong chuckled, clenching his palms, and a bright long sword slowly emerged, with a sharp edge.
Qi crackled out of the sword body. After the long sword appeared, the surrounding swords made a sword roar, and Wang Tong holding the sword looked even more terrifying.
The area within a few miles was enveloped in Wang Tong's aura, and at this moment, an intermittent sound of the piano resounded in the wind.
Even though they were far apart, Su Feixuan was also affected by this power and looked at the direction of Lianyun Mountain with a little worry.
Feeling the power that filled Wang Tong's body, Ye Shaohan smiled faintly, raised his head, and said lightly: "The second sword!"
Although Ye Shaohan was a little embarrassed before, he only suffered minor injuries.
Seeing this, Wang Tong took a step forward and waved the sword in his hand!
"A hundred phoenixes are dancing!" The sword's power changed and it was no longer as sharp as before.
At this time, Wang Tong's long sword was like a falling maple leaf in autumn, constantly swaying with the sword's aura, and the sword aura was as light as flowing water left on the tip of the sword. Suddenly the sword's momentum changed again, and the long sword was raised up, bursts of
The loud cry of phoenix sounded.
In the cold currents of sword energy, ice phoenixes were flapping their wings and ready to fly. The billowing cold air filled the entire void, just like the floating clouds.
Each ice phoenix came to life. When the long sword fell, hundreds of ice phoenixes seemed to have traveled through space, leaving streaks of dazzling light in the air, and frost spread across the entire void.
The hundreds of ice phoenixes obviously contain Wang Tong's artistic conception, which is the artistic conception of a Lingzong realm warrior.
The solipsistic mood, the tyranny of being the only one in heaven and on earth, this tyranny alone is enough to make even the faint of heart palpitate.
The loud cry of the phoenix echoed for nine days, turning into billowing sound waves and impacting all around. The clouds that lingered over Lianyun Mountain finally broke apart.
The sword energy transforms into a phoenix, and its artistic conception is integrated into it. Only the Lingzong realm warriors can master the mysteries of this.
Ye Shaohan's face was solemn. Facing the unstoppable hundreds of phoenixes, he was not afraid at all and struck out with his sword.
As he stepped, space ripples spread out in circles, and Ye Shaohan's figure swooped towards the hundreds of ice phoenixes like a ghost, without any fear!
Seeing this, Wang Tong sighed slightly. This warrior should have been advancing bravely, and Ye Shaohan's move was undoubtedly in line with this.
With his eyes slightly lowered, Wang Tong glanced at Wang Lin below. Wang Tong sighed again, hoping that Lin'er would make some progress after this setback.
The sword light was flying, hundreds of ice phoenixes were flapping their huge wings, a large number of spatial ripples spread, and the cold air transformed by the sword energy submerged Ye Shaohan's figure.
Precisely considering the Sword God Sect behind Ye Shaohan, Wang Tong's sword skill was not fatal, but this power was not something that a fake Lingzong realm warrior could withstand.
The sound waves hit Ye Shaohan's chest like rough waves hitting the coast. His face turned pale. Ye Shaohan did not retreat but moved forward. He took a step forward again and struck out with his sword several times.
The sword energy passed through countless cold air and directly hit several ice phoenixes. However, those ice phoenixes just screamed and became even crazier.
Artistic conception, Wang Tong's artistic conception is deeply integrated into these hundreds of ice phoenixes.
"Kill!" The fighting spirit soared to the sky as Ye Shaohan roared, and the roar resounded in the void like thousands of thunders.
"Is it artistic conception?" Looking at the roaring ice phoenix, Ye Shaohan actually closed his eyes. The realization of his Wind Transformation Art filled his heart. He jumped in vain and shot at Wang Tong behind hundreds of ice phoenixes.
, letting the torrent of sword energy pass by. Hundreds of ice phoenixes shot towards Ye Shaohan crazily, but Ye Shaohan's figure was like falling snowflakes, floating in the wind, always at the most dangerous place.
Instantly avoiding the swooping ice phoenix, the eyes of the audience continued to follow Ye Shaohan's figure, until finally they could no longer keep up with Ye Shaohan's speed.
Transformed into wind, I am the breeze blowing in the mountain stream, erratic!
There were gasps, and the whole place fell into a deathly silence. Everyone's eyes were wide open, fearing that they would miss this wonderful scene.
Wang Tong obviously did not expect Ye Shaohan's speed to be so terrifying. How could this kid's movement be so dexterous?
Seeing this, Wang Tong's sword power changed again, and the sword energy rushed towards the hundreds of ice phoenixes like a torrent. In an instant, those hundreds of ice phoenixes jumped across the space and directly in front of Ye Shaohan, blocking Ye Shaohan's way.
Ye Shaohan's long sword hit the ice phoenix hard like a falling meteor with a courageous momentum. The ice phoenix let out a mournful scream, and then turned into a cold current in the air and rushed towards Ye Shaohan. Ye Shaohan frowned slightly.
He slashed his sword again, and the cold current rushed towards Ye Shaohan's hand along the sword body. Several layers of ice condensed on the sword body. Ye Shaohan snorted, and the Suzaku fire rushed out from the palm of his hand crazily. The cold current was like encountering a natural enemy.
It generally turned into ashes and dissipated, but there was still a small amount of cold current flowing into the body.
However, the cold air was so ineffective in front of the Xuan Bing Jue, Ye Shaohan just used the Xuan Bing Jue at will, and the cold air was resolved.
Wang Tong's figure took a step forward, disappeared on the spot, passed over a hundred ice phoenixes and appeared in front of Ye Shaohan, and suddenly struck out with a sword.
At this moment, Wang Tong obviously forgot about the previous two swords, this was already the third sword.